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Haters Gone Hate

Haters gone hate.
And I just laugh.
They take food from my plate.
But they don't ask.
These haters broke, and I just laugh
Because imma keep gettin bucks like the Milwaukee draft.
Haters hate when I come in first.
And they always would come in last.
They say you really need to rehearse.
Because that was completely trash.
They say you don't deserve first place.
They say you deserved last.

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